it was through the ear that the idea came to create and i looked you up and down and couldn't figure out what it was that was different about you. but there she looked back at me and I couldn't believe it I was amazed. this isn't the first time that we've thought the same thing at the same time unfortunately far apart from the way that we used to be.
I was a sailing ship's captain on lookout duty I spied it moving over the waves drawing ever closer and smiling with winks up and down below the waves up and down and up and down and below it disappeared but still could feel it rushing towards me and my small boat capsizing
alive.
these were the idiot sounds that i listened to going to an idiot's job. i stood stupidly among the books wondering at their titles, feeling journals combined into volumes of years. deaf hands fell on photocopied pages that someone else would eventually make sense of. If only i stapled them the right way.
Those were also the days of dark boots on city streets, running to catch trains, threading my way through teachers and students.
the past is a metaphor-dead. but
luckily lifetimes were only years ago because we've moved on into the world of
refrigerator cleanouts and
friendly reminders.
